[between his legs, within his own breeches, francel swears that he can still feel zephirin's sticky warmth; his insides squirm with need the moment he even thinks about it. it's tempting to simply close his eyes, lose himself in those gentle fingers stroking him through his trousers and undergarments, but francel reminds himself that he has a task to finish. he tips his head up and smiles as their noses touch, but all the while, francel removes one of zephirin's pauldrons and gently sets it on the floor beside the bed.]
What if I dream of you every evening when you are gone? And in the mornings, the Fury alone witnesses my shame...
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[between his legs, within his own breeches, francel swears that he can still feel zephirin's sticky warmth; his insides squirm with need the moment he even thinks about it. it's tempting to simply close his eyes, lose himself in those gentle fingers stroking him through his trousers and undergarments, but francel reminds himself that he has a task to finish. he tips his head up and smiles as their noses touch, but all the while, francel removes one of zephirin's pauldrons and gently sets it on the floor beside the bed.]
What if I dream of you every evening when you are gone? And in the mornings, the Fury alone witnesses my shame...